Vegas Part One

Back from vacation and depression already sinking in....

Vegas was horrible. I really wish I would have made Ryan book the cruise instead!!! So many things went wrong that I am going to write this in sections.

PART ONE: The Flight

We left on Friday. Our flight was supposed to leave at 4, so I left work at lunch to go home and finish packing. When we got to the airport, the flight was pushed back to 5pm. No big deal, right? So we sat around reading magazines and waited....then the flight was pushed back to 6! At this point, we are going to miss our connecting flight in Dallas so we go up to the desk and they try to re-route us. No such luck- all of the flights to Vegas out of Dallas that night are full! The guy tells us he can re-book us on US Airways ( I guess they are connected to American Airlines somehow?) since there is a flight leaving from OKC at 10:15pm.

At this point we are really pissed off. We have to go back out to the front of the airport to get our suitcases at the baggage claim....we sit there for 30 minutes and the bags never come. Ryan had to go find an airline agent who told us they had been re-assigned to our US airways flight and nobody bothered to tell us. The ticket counter for US Airways didn't even open until 7:30 so we had to sit out front for 2 hours waiting, then go back through security again when we got our new tickets. Guess who gets pulled out of line for random frisking and drug-testing? Me AND Ryan!!!

Finally, finally we get on our flight 8 hours after we had arrived at the airport. We are about to take off when a lady comes running down the aisle, saying my name. She asks to see my boarding pass, looks at it, then demands for me to get off the plane. I look at her like she had got to be kidding. She just keeps saying we need you to get off the plane right away, and to bring everything with me. I am about to cry at this point. So I get off the plane and the TSA people are all out front, saying they are going to have to de-plane and asking me why my boarding pass isn't stamped. Apparently, when I was frisked the second time through security they forgot to punch holes in my boarding pass so the TSA people thought I slipped through security somehow and maybe planted a bomb on the plane. Ryan was still on the plane while I was outside and he said the flight attendents were on their walkie talkies saying something about a security breach. The TSA lady that searched me came running up and said that she remembered searching me, and that I was fine...she just forgot to punch my card. Gee, thanks.

During the flight to Vegas, we are seated behind two huge Oklahoman guys who said it was their first time on the plane. They kept slamming back into their seats and crushing our legs. The guy behind us kept clearing his throat every 5 minutes, and the lady across from him was drunk and laughed the ENTIRE plane ride there. I am not even making this stuff up.